Your my fav too unknown even though i'll never know you,and thats herd to bear for a sensitive soul like wot i am. — larrylark

Sorry once more about the spacing Isabelle and i try sooo hard.This poem is about a lovely little boy i used to teach a long time ago who then had behavioural problems. He grew into a gawkey deeply insecure adult who used to bang into things and knock stuff over.He became severely addicted to heroin and despite 3 attempts at rehab could not kick it.He tried twice to OD and finally managed it at the third attempt .His only child could not live with him but he always carried a picture of her in his wallet which he used to show to people in pubs.